Two things puzzled him in this moment, the fact that he could sense energy both in the walls and on the "fire" island. He looked out the gaping hole he had made to see there was more activity there then normal, as unstable as it was, but only caught a glimpse of flames that lapsed off the edge of it, and then, the hole was closed. He blinked a few times in confusion, his fist still out stretched and turning to Isley.
"Sorrabando use to enchant this place a lot too, it's a good thing I know so many magic users."
He loosened his stance and felt a bit apologetic towards Locrain at the same time, even if the walls could rearrange themselves back he would still have a lot to clean up. He wished he could get in contact with his old workers again, they were a lively bunch and enjoyed the hectic atmosphere. Now that the Rave was once again airborne though, it would be much harder to accomplish that.
His gaze lowered back down to his front, and he decided that this was enough for the day. A sigh escaped him and he relaxed his posture, cracking his neck and rotating his arms. Even his wings stretched out a bit, flapping lightly to shake off the feeling of stiffness. Turning towards the direction of the Rave, he began to walk, then started to sprint before he jumped off the building and spread his wings. There was no need for him to flap them for the moment, as the intense heat that rose up from the flames acted like a column of wind, allowing him to simply glide towards the main island while gaining altitude.
After a few minutes of flight, he reached the end of Drowsing Flames and proceeded towards the edge of the main island, flapping his wings for the first time. The temperature difference became noticeable almost instantly as he got farther away from the fiery island, flying into a particularly cold patch of air. The cold sensation sent shivers down his spine. It would only be a few more minutes of flight before he reached the center of the large island, and he could already see the Rave.
Isley laughed as he heard Hector, his voice carrying rather well through the still not entirely solidified surface of the newly regenerated wall. He stood, then hopped up to the ledge and looked around, standing as high as he'd ever been in his life, he'd take a step forward, and begin to descend in free fall. His hands drifted above his heads, arms out and above as the air rushed past him, then a second later, he would hand with a thud. Charter magic flowing over the surface of his legs and across the ground, blazing in a silver and blue aura as it would absorb the kinetic impact. Isley, used the front door. Because it had been unlocked all along. Hector just didn't realize, it was PULL not PUSH.
" You know it's PULL not PUSH right?" He'd say. cool
He shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his arm as he proceeded to follow Alex outside, shielding his eyes from the sunlight as he walked outside. He assumed he was curious about the source of energy that seemed to be coming from one of the islands, the weather conditions up there did seem to take themselves to extreme and this seemed embodied in the islands, but it also made life interesting on the islands.
"So what do we do now? This is going to make it rough trying to find help. Or new patrons. "
It was at this time that Sith could be seen in the sky, flying towards the Rave in a casual manner. Gazing down towards the base of the structure, he could see two men standing out front; one was Hector, and the other was the person he came to know as Isley. He tilted his left wing down, which in turn caused his entire body to rotate and begin to spiral downward. His continued to descend like this until he was only 100 feet above the ground, where he would right himself and proceed towards the Rave. Instead of slowing down as he neared the building he did the opposite.
Flapping his wings as hard as he could, he sped up until he was flying as fast a falcon, then shifted his wings once more and folded them against his back. He was in a dive headed straight for the side of the Rave. Like a bullet, he shot through the air, flying at breakneck speed until he made contact with the building. He broke right through the wall and landed inside the Rave, crashing into a table before he skidded across the ground and slammed into the bar. He lay upside down, feet dangling in the air and his head on the ground. "Oooow!" He groaned loudly
He leaned against the wall, tucking his right knee under him as he yawned again, nonchalantly covering his mouth as he absentmindedly blurted; " If you build it. They will come."
His eyes looked to the sky as he noticed Sith, seeming significantly radiant and positively beaming more so then usual. His hands crossed over his chest as he huffed a little, Isley wasn't on the members of phoenix, and he felt this was a slighting towards him. After all, he'd relocated to help defend the Rave against some imposing monster that Hector described, more or less, as the harbinger of all destruction.
" Hector did is first." He shouted after cringing with the force of the impact. Coincidentally, all the outward facing debris from the impact missed Isley, but it had looked like it might have all been focused on Hector, pelting him with stone. Isley had turned towards the large hole in the side of the building, frowning as he would let it's enchantment work it's wonders, reconstructing the materials with arcane symbols derived from Windfall's special energies.
Two imbeciles. Two holes in the wall. Two seemingly magic repairs. The destruction of his work zone was begging to boil his blood. Looking back at the shattered booth in the middle of the dance floor he thought,
I better leave that to someone who can actually do something about it. The image of the all too knowing man that came in here from the roof came to mind.
In the meantime, he took a worn rag from his pocket and begin to dust off the debris on the bartop. Intermittently, he glanced up at the door excited to see what new people inhabited these islands would meander in.